milk machine

It's not hard it's heartbreaking. Little crocodile tears welling up in the most beautiful blues that melt my heart I start to break. Saying no because I'm physically beaten down and broken hurts to the core. And trying to explain that hurts even more. I'm her comfort blanket and she's trying to understand but wanting more. My head is spinning and I'm in the escape room. And a cute little voice cries out she's hungry. Into the kitchen I go. God I love her.